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March 06, 2006
That's Class
Noel and I went to the Foundry on Friday night for some drinks and jazz. To me, the Foundry is a triumph of bar layout design. The space is flowing but still broken into four sections: the bar scene, the pool and shuffleboard tables, the big tv area, and the jazz band audience. Generally, it's a harmonious blending of worlds, enabling bar-goers with a range of priorities to all do exactly as they please in a single location. This freedom, however, is unfortunately not recognized by every patron.
Noel ordered a bourbon, I took a vodka and tonic, and we settled down at one of the small, candle-lit tables in the "listening" quadrant. The Kevin Roberts Jazz Quartet launched into their set. I could practically feel myself oozing intelligence and sophistication.
Then, they entered. Two girls in their early twenties tottered in on exceptionally lofty heels, each clutching a blue plastic cup -- the 16 oz. party model -- in a hand. It soon became clear that whatever substance filled those cups had already done a thorough job of releasing the ladies from any obligation to normal social courtesies. After trading in their blue cups for red wine, the girls began to listen talk. Very loudly. The blonde fished her cell phone out of her sequined purse and yelled, "Wow, I've missed six calls!" "Really?!" her brunette companion responded with equal volume.
The trumpeter continued on, cruelly ignoring the blonde's attempts to return a call. "I can't hear you, it's so loud in here!" the blonde complained into her phone. "Oh, oh, okay. We'll be there soon!"
"How 'bout right now," Noel muttered bitterly.
Unfortunately, there were some personal matters to handle first. It seemed that Blonde was skeptical of Brunette's relationship with "Steve." Apparently she was quite confident in sharing these reservations, seeing as she announced her concerns at a comfortable volume for all adjacent tables to hear. "I mean, I like Steve a lot," she confided loudly, "I think he's a respectable guy, you know? But it's hard, you know, it's hard to like, you know, like tell and stuff." Having dispensed such meaningful sentiments in such an intimate fashion, Blonde drained her wine glass expertly and Brunette followed suit. A few, merciful minutes later they tottered back out, squealing delightedly as they met some other friends.
Perhaps it was just the vodka and tonic taking effect, but I could have sworn that, as the girls exited, all four musicians hit a particularly triumphant chord.
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